Spoken

This is my daily bread

Your very word

Spoken to me.

You are my daily bread

Jesus, my daily bread,

Your very body,

Broken for me.

You are the living word

There are no boundaries 

or distinctions

Between thoughts

And actions

What you say is what you do

And what you do,

Is what you say

And who you are,

There is no boundary

No Border

You said

Let there be light

And there was light

You call those that are not as though they were

And they are.

Your living word to me

Is my daily bread

You sustain me

As the earth is held on it's axis

By your very word,

Your broken body

My bread,

Is your word to me,

Sustaining all life,

Suspending it in death,

Till the Kingdom wine flows again,

Your word to me,

Your word which proceedeth from your mouth,

The bread by which I live,

Is love

Your very body,

Given,

For me.


You have spoken

And there is no boundary or distinction

Between thought and action,

between conception

And completion.

It is finished.

The promise is it's own fulfilment.